Ciara's POV
"That's absurd, that's crazy. We're married. I can't sleep with another man, Vulcan," I said in a low, pleading tone, trying not to further provoke his temper.
The attendant's uniform trousers were pulled down to his ankles, revealing his white undergarment. Vulcan's expression remained gruff, his angry gaze piercing me.
"But-," I started to say, but he spoke over me tersely.
"No buts. No excuses, fuck him."
I felt tears welling up in my eyes, my vision clouding. "Why?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"Because I said so, because I want you to. And you'll do as I s-," he began, but I cut him off.
"Fine, I'll do it, you fucking monster," I snapped back at him, my voice shaking.
"Don't get me angry, Ciara. Or you won't like what I'll do to you," he threatened.
